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sword, drawing a shout from the gathered throng. They
were ready to fight. They were ready to die.
"Do not fear," Urza continued. "You will not die here
today. You will live to fight across this globe. This is the
new war, the true war. I knew this day was coming, and I
have prepared. Now go, fight for Dominaria!"
The shout that answered was at last unified, at last
fierce and warlike. The coalition forces braced to receive
the charge. Their war cry was drowned out by the
omnipresent shriek of their foes.
Beyond the ring of titan engines, a million Phyrexians
crested the hills. Like swarming roaches, they filled the
land. Barbed legs bore black-armored bodies over the rills.
Skull-white faces appeared above, with blood-red mouths
and grave-black eyes. They were undead, many of them.
The rest were Death personified. Claws like sickles, fangs
like daggers, horns and proboscises, venom sacs and sagittal
crestsтАФthere would be no defeating them. No mortal can
defeat Death.
There were more than mortals at Koilos.


8
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The first wave of Phyrexians swept down the hillside as
fast as horses at a gallop. Dust rose in thick clouds from
their feet. They charged Agnate and his Metathran
vanguard.
The defenders braced their pikes andтАФdisappeared.
Forty thousand warriors, rank on rank, they disappeared.
The five titan engines that had guarded them were gone as
well. Where they had been was only trampled ground and
sagging tents.
Blinking in disbelief, Multani whispered, "What's
happening?"
Phyrexians rushed in a tidal wave across the open
ground.
Gerrard blurted, "The elves will be cut down from
behind!" He spun toward them.
The elves too vanished. Eladamri and his Steel Leaf
warriors were gone in an eye blink, along with two more of
the titan engines.
"What's happening?" Karn echoed, glaring at the empty
field where they had been.
It was not empty for long. In a black tide, Phyrexians
closed the gap.
"Drop the gangplanks!" Gerrard ordered. He raced
along the rail of Weatherlight, hurling lines overboard.
"Everyone, climb on. We fight from the skies!"